Page 66 of Sexted By a Stranger
I rushed to the bathroom and dry-heaved, but nothing came up except bitter bile burning my throat. Tears flowed uncontrollably.
The intense physical reaction combined with enormous mental pressure nearly crushed me.
"Leon… Mom…"
I murmured to myself, tears constantly sliding down my cheeks.
Just then, my phone rang.
It was Mom.
I hastily wiped away my tears and answered frantically.
"Mom, are you and Leon okay? When are you coming back? Why can't I even contact you? How's Leon's health…?"
Before Mom could speak, I'd already fired off a string of questions.
"Relax, sweetheart, relax," Mom sensed the panic in my voice and quickly soothed me. "I'm taking care of him personally, so contact isn't very convenient. Don't worry, we're both fine. Professor Smith has been praising him constantly."
"Then, Mom, when are you coming back?" I couldn't wait to see them.
"Sorry, sweetheart, Leon has to go straight to the competition after training. It'll take about another month. We'll come back immediately after the competition. Oh, let me tell you something really funny that Leon did…"
After connecting with Mom, the anxiety in my heart finally eased somewhat. I could finally sit down and properly handle my work.
Two days later.
My design sketch was stuck on a connection structure. I got up irritably, planning to go to the library to find a reference bookon vintage setting techniques, when the corner of my eye caught sight of a figure in the courtyard.
It was Luca—he had finally returned.
I hadn't seen him for several days. I had to admit, I missed him.
I was about to go find him when I noticed he was having a low conversation with Ragnar, his expression cold and stern. Ragnar said a few more words, Luca nodded slightly, then turned to leave.
The moment he turned, on the right side of his shirt near his waist, there was an irregular, crimson stain. It looked exactly like a bloodstain.
My breathing stopped instantly, my stomach cramping.
He was moving normally—that blood definitely wasn't his, but rather…
I almost fled back to the studio, locking the door behind me, my stomach churning violently.
I rushed to the sink and dry-heaved, but nothing came up. Despair flooded over me.
Was it splashed on during a "cleanup"? Or left behind while "disciplining" a disobedient subordinate? No matter whose blood it was, it proved only one thing: he had just returned from that world of violence and death. The stench of that world clung to him like a disease, and it could spread to me and my child, even to Mom and Leon, at any moment.
I gripped the window frame tightly, my nails nearly embedding into the wood.
Luca's injuries had long since healed; he moved normally.
It was time for a confrontation.
Luca
The study was somewhat dim. I was speaking quietly into my phone, issuing orders.
"Watch the docks closely. Any suspicious vessels, better to kill by mistake than…"
